Posts Tagged ‘death’
first, the bad news:
the dealer’s corpse was rotting at a quite alarming rate
i couldn’t get the bags of blow to all fit in their crate
on accident i handcuffed my own ankle to the grate
and my partner in a panic crashed our car right out the gate
the fire from the hill was now engulfing the estate
and the sirens in the distance signaled our impending date
i didn’t have much choice but to accept my destined fate
so i grabbed an onion bagel, said a prayer of thanks and ate
04
02 2009
the darkness
the darkness sets in
not again
i pray
but i know it’s too late
my face furious hot heat beyond control i spring up i sprint forth
pulse pounding lungs ___screaming not enough air not __enough time i
slide stockings across linoleum
mouth agape from panting __no from horror for now i see it
black smoke spiraling ceilingward onion bagel burning below
i curse the 120-volt funeral pyre before me
both for not popping when it should have ___and for not being powerful enough to take ___my _wretched ____life as well
my face furious hot heat beyond control i spring up i sprint forth
pulse pounding lungs ___screaming not enough air not __enough time i
slide stockings across linoleum
mouth agape from panting __no from horror for now i see it
black smoke spiraling ceilingward onion bagel burning below
i curse the 120-volt funeral pyre before me
both for not popping when it should have ___and for not being powerful enough to take ___my _wretched ____life as well
11
01 2009
murder at 425º – or – what’s barry mcguire gonna’ eat for breakfast now?
watch out, woman
cause there’s a burning inside-a me
there’s a fire down deep
and it’s create-n a heat
that you ain’t gonna wan-na see no part of
look out, brotha cause my temperature’s outta control my wiring’s all shot and i’m toast-n too hot and i ain’t got no problem with burnt onions
cool it, barry cause destruction is what i know most my blood’s so mad it feels like incinerate-n and your bagel’s about-ta be toast
look out, brotha cause my temperature’s outta control my wiring’s all shot and i’m toast-n too hot and i ain’t got no problem with burnt onions
cool it, barry cause destruction is what i know most my blood’s so mad it feels like incinerate-n and your bagel’s about-ta be toast
24
12 2008
Everything
seems oh so overwhelming
Nothing
feels a little too Plain
Seeds of all sorts
tend to bunch up my shorts
And Garlic
leaves a bad taste in my brain
Wheat what a wasted opportunity Salt makes me thirsty as a flea Cheese Ones are disquieting (they make me feel like dieting) And Egg would revolt the bourgeoisie
Raisins only serve to clog my toaster Chocolate will destroy you just like meth Jalapenos, leave me be For there’s just one kind for me Give me Onion or give me a swift death!
Wheat what a wasted opportunity Salt makes me thirsty as a flea Cheese Ones are disquieting (they make me feel like dieting) And Egg would revolt the bourgeoisie
Raisins only serve to clog my toaster Chocolate will destroy you just like meth Jalapenos, leave me be For there’s just one kind for me Give me Onion or give me a swift death!
